It was 22:53 when Dale awoke in a sweat, having just had a nightmare. Again. He's had nightmares for two weeks straight about the same thing, his brother. In a groggy daze, Dale crawled out of bed and drug his feet towards the bathroom, before stopping, there was banging on the door

"Dale, you awake?" It was Terry, his partner

"Y-yeah, just gimme a minute." Dale replied, looking into mirror and staring at his bloodshot eyes and dark bags under them, before turning on the sink and splashing himself with some cool water

"The boss is calling us to the bar, I'd rather not keep him waiting." Terry told, sounding a little impatient

Dale opened the mirror and took a few pills before popping them in his mouth and washing it down with tap water "Alright, I hear ya. Let me get dressed." Dale told, leaving the bathroom and walking to his wardrobe

Dale grabbed his hanging P-SEC uniform and put it on before grabbing his holstered pistol and attaching it, shortly after he opened his door where Terry was ready to greet him

"Shit man, you look worse by the day." Terry told, walking down the corridor with Dale

"I feel worse by the minute. What does the Commander want?" Dale asked, scratching his arm

"I dunno, just told us to meet him there." Terry replied, the duo rounding a corner and nearing the bar

"Borris never does like explaining. Well, I guess we're about to find out." Dale said, the two of them entering the bar and looking for the Commander

"Over here, boys." Borris told, waving the two officers down

"Good evening, Commander." Terry spoke, while Dale remained silent

"Good evening, gentlemen. I invited you here today for a few reasons. Please, sit." Borris said, motioning towards two stools while sat in another

The two men sat down before Borris spoke up again

"I wanted to personally congratulate you two. You are some of the best officers we have here." Borris began, sipping a beer before passing two bottles to the other officers

"Well, thank you, sir." Terry replied

"I also wanted to tell you that we have a rising number of assaults and homicides lately. We've also recorded a few suicides. I believe someone or something is responsible for this mess. That's why I need you two to keep your eyes and ears peeled and report anything suspicious back to me. Don't let anyone else know of your assignment or what's going on." Borris told, finishing his beer

"Yes sir." Terry answered, before the trio were interrupted by a civilian male

"Excuse me, officers?" The man asked, obviously apologetic of barging in on their conversation

"Is something wrong?" Borris asked, raising his eyebrow

"Well, I seen a strange man acting very..... Off..... He's just talking nonsense and is hurting himself." The man reported

"Do you know where he is now?" Terry asked

"Last I seen, he was in the men's restroom drawing weird symbols." The man answered, obviously still a bit uncomfortable

"Alright. Thanks for letting us know. We'll handle it, have a good rest of your night." Terry answered, standing up while Dale and Borris followed suite

"You too. Stay safe." The man replied, before leaving the bar

"This sounds like similar reports from some of the dig team. What the hell's going on lately?" Dale asked the two, obviously growing concerned

"Don't know. Only speculations. This is why I asked the two of you to stay sharp." Borris responded, opening the bathroom door for them before halting

"Holy shit." Terry mumbled from surprise, looking at the devastation in the bathroom

The scene was horrific, blood splattered on all walls and even on the ceiling with a mixture of fecal material, the trio were then met with a wave of stench that practically had the impact of a freight train, making them all gag

"W-what in the actual fuck!" Dale exclaimed the best he could, trying to not puke

"No sign of the guy." Borris told, holding his nose and checking the stalls

"The mirror's broken." Terry reported, inspecting the damage

Before Dalecould speak up, the music in the bar halted and screams began

"Oh my God! Somebody help him!" A woman yelled

The trio made their way back outside and witnessed a bloody man strangling and stabbing the DJ in the with a piece of glass

Dale was the first of them to pull out a sidearm, and aimed at the bloody man "Planetside Security, stop and put your hands up!" He ordered, while the other two officers pulled out their sidearms

The bloody man ignored them and continued to stab the DJ, grabbing his neck even tighter

"This is your last warning!" Borris yelled, his finger ready to pull the trigger

"Shoot him already!" A bystander yelled

"He's dying!" Another stated

Terry was the first to fire, striking the man in the leg once, but it didn't phase him, Borris fired another in his other leg while Dale shot his back

"He's not stopping!" Terry yelled

The DJ finally fell limp, his eyes dulling quickly as blood spurted out of his wounds

"Take him out!" Borris ordered, to which Dale shot the man in the back of the head, killing him, his corpse falling onto the DJ

"Motherfucker....." Terry muttered, lowering his pistol

Borris ran up to the DJ booth and checked the DJ's pulse then the bloody man, before shaking his head toward his fellow officers

"What the fuck is going on....." Dale asked himself, before ordering for a cleanup crew to take the corpses to the morgue for an autopsy

The bar grew silent, no one understanding before a few minutes later a group of paramedics arrived with a couple of stretchers and placing the corpses on them before hauling them away

"Let's get back to HQ." Borris told, the officers nodding and following him out